From the depressingly dank Cave of Adullam I insult your intelligence, with not a shred of conscience!

Thursday, 3 May 2012

Rainy Thursday

I sit here perusing the things done today while the rain pitter patters on the window once again, and I cannot remember what I have done today. It has been quite busy but for the life of me nothing appears to have changed in here. The 'To Do' list is now approaching its second volume, so I have not touched that, the carpet is gray with dust, so no hoovering, and the sink blocked with dishes, so that's normal. What did I actually do? I wrote a couple of e-mails to intelligent folk, begging, perused the press and was depressed by it, bought milk and bread and argued with the woman in 'Morrison's.' Actually I argued with the 'self service' machine. These brutes always go wrong for me, and this one is particularly bad. Not only is it badly designed, possibly by a 'work experience' teenager, wearing headphones and a sulk, but the woman nags all the way through and at the wrong times. The bag is to far from the basket of goods, the voice constantly tells you "Please wait for an assistant," although you are not aware of any fault, and of course it will not progress until a long suffering assistant arrives. "Place item in the bag," the ratbag says in that irksome voice. "IT'S IN THE B-A-G!" In inform her, "Please wait...." Eventually I enter four items only into the bag, choose, under her direction (three times) how to pay, enter the cash, once I have worked out how to, into the appropriate slot which doesn't look appropriate to me, and stand there awaiting action. "Please enter your cash......""It's in woman, as your head will be soon!"Assistant enquires wearily, and rushes of to other machine as "Please wait....," rings out. A short eon later the change arrives, the receipt pops out, just after "Please take your bag."I head for the door muttering. "No wonder your man left you, divorce was not enough, drowning in the bath would be better." "Please take your bag" "I've got the bag woman!" "Thank you for shopping at Morrison's." "Get lost!"Those smiling checkout girls at Tesco look better to me as I wander away, muttering......